Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.